so far today i have called in sick to work ("food poisoning"), overslept slightly, bought christmas presents for my aunt roxanne, & ridden an escalator twelve times.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:last night we stayed up late, working steadily, talking to jeff & chris who came over & sat by the tree of lights with us & talked about why certain sad things make you feel better.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:tomorrow bean leaves for miami. i'll be all alone for a few days until my dad comes up next week. i'll turn on all the little lights in the batchelorette den (& oh, there are many). i've got to remember to cook instead of eating out of cans & boxes. i'll listen to all the records she doesn't like. it'll be like "i'm lonely (and i love it)" except without any breaking up. also the hearty devouring of jeff's copy of you shall know our velocity. i have been warned not to read it in one sitting. shall i dare?
